I realize that life is now pretty good for me. I seem to have quelled the urge to do crazymaking to get attention (though it always seems to lurk under the surface), and I don't really enjoy making my fish friend swim away at the sight of my bared teeth.
I'm actually enjoying the fact that we can all swim in the ocean without having to feed on one another.
So here we head into another chapter for me: living peacefully in the midst of potential turmoil.
Ocean journaling for tonight:
I made it home in the snow and yucky roads in one piece and no skirmishes with any crazy drivers. I arrived at the house to find Mr. Wonderful's garage door open for my entry--since the big door is broken. He moved his truck to my spot and graciously offered his door opener to me until he can fix the spring mechanism himself (which is not broken).
I walked in the door tonight, meaning to adopt my Bob Barker alter ego--but was very distracted by Bob greeting me instead!
Who'd have thought!
Mr. Normally-Depressed-MLC turned around at the stove and said overly enthusiastically, "HI BETSEY!" I tried not to look shocked or retreat (like he does) so I dumped my crap on the counter and smiled right back at Bob's blonde friend... "HI, MR. WONDERFUL! HOW WAS YOUR DAY?"
He responded in a more anti-climatic voice, "Pretty good, and it's about to get better since I'm going out to dinner and having a few beers and don't have to pay!"
Uh, I guess so. I had planned on lasagne, but he started the box of Kraft... and since the girls had their hearts set on Mac & Cheese, I wasn't about to play Grinch. He goes out and I get the kidz meal. UGH!
He left with a huge grin and said cheerfully and loud, "SEE YOU ALL BRIGHT AND EARLY TOMORROW MORNING!"
WTF? Who sent him the Bob script?
Before I sign off, I will tell you another convo I had with him earlier this afternoon... I had to answer his voicemail about the garage door update.
MW: "Did a birthday card arrive in yesterday's mail from my folks?"
Me: Sober as a church mouse. "No. Would they have sent it to your apartment?"
MW: "Uh, no, because I've never given them that address."
He tried to sound chipper but I could read right through my fish friend.
MW: "I guess I shouldn't be too surprised that they didn't send anything or call. At least my brother called. I couldn't speak long, though, because I was bowling."
His optimistic tonality made me sad. He sobered up a bit and proceeded.
MW: "Bets, please don't tell D9, okay?"
Me: "Mr. W., I make it a habit of not talking about them at all to her unless I can say something neutral or pleasant. I wouldn't do that."
MW: "I know. I just don't want her to know this at all, though."
Me: "I understand. I'm so sorry. It makes no sense to me. I promise I'm going to work hard at forgiving them for hurting you so much."
MW: "I know Mom can't see and obviously can't drive. Maybe Dad's got something up his ass and didn't feel like shopping for a card."
Me: "Or calling?"
MW: Sort of sad now. "Or that either."
Me: "Damn it, K, this really torques me. You're their son and they say they love you. How hard is it to just call?"
MW: "I really don't know, Bets. I do know that the cards and e-mails I got were from your family, though."
Ah, so you do notice that.
If D9 finds out, she will never speak to them again...
Oh well, no sense in trying to make sense out of that school of fish--because they make none.
Time to tend to my little ones here. Have a good evening!
Betsey
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
Bets- Good job at being there for him when he was down. It sounds like his parents neglecting his birthday really hurt him - you really made him feel cherished, and let him know that you love him. YOU ARE AWESOME!!! Myrrh P.S. Did Meredith secretly send him a Bob associate? P.P.S. I can report victory number one in my camp! Yayyayyay!
One moment of patience may ward off great disaster. One moment of impatience may ruin a whole life.
Okay, fabulous! This is just what we needed to hear…
The Bob Barker approach is contagious! Before MW got on the bandwagon I could reasonably presume that Sting was insane and that is why Bob was beginning to emerge in his personality. But, now we are two for two…I believe that is enough evidence to conclude our hypothesis but Myrrh, let’s try this with your H and see where we can take it!
Bets, if I didn’t know any better I’d say that MW and SR were in contact with one another! Sting’s Bob Barker came out the night he fixed Kraft mac and cheese for dinner also…coincidence?
Welcome to your new ocean…I’m currently packing up because my home is about out of space also!
"It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere."
--Agnes Repplier, writer and historian
So, if I have this straight- the new plan is Kraft Mac and Cheese for dinner everynight? Sigh. I really hate that stuff...but if it brings about true happiness, I'm all in.
What an interesting hypothesis about Mr. Ray contacting Mr. Wonderful! Maybe they have a telepathic connection and are sending vibes back to each other to throw us off? This could get interesting, especially since Mr. W. is supposedly depressed and in a MLC...
It's fricking cold here today (3 below this morning) and the other garage door stuck. Mr. W. had his hands full with garage doors that would either not open or not close. And he was on the hook to help D9 with some math homework as well...
Now I have to scramble to find a babysitter for Saturday night--the one I had lined up had to cancel because her grandmother died yesterday. Her mom (who is my friend) called to tell me and had forgotten it was VD and the chances of procuring one at the last minute are looking pretty slim. UGH.
Mer, was your Mac & Cheese accompanied by peas? If so, we need to talk! Otherwise, I need to stop stocking the pantry with that stuff. Pam, it's comfort food and kids like that stuff... when your boys leave home, you can send yourself a memo never to buy it again!
Mary, the trip to MI DID clear my head and give me a new resolve. I've always known that plane trips somewhere have helped--I guess I should have married an airline pilot so that I could do it more economically! My side of the family are pretty much gypsies with purpose (no pick pockets that I know of!)
Time to get hopping--have a bunch of work to do as well as find a babysitter!
Just keep swimming...
Betsey
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
You are going to laugh...but we did have peas with our mac and cheese that night! Although, it wasn't up to Sting - so this may not be good data for our research. Sting made the mac and cheese and I, the big bad mom wolf, made S pick a veggie to have with it. He choose peas.
As far as the sitter goes, send the kids my way! They can go with S to my FIL's hotel and swim and play to their hearts' content! FIL would get a huge kick out of D6...problem solved! Or, a more economical solution, what about their dear old dad?
"It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere."
--Agnes Repplier, writer and historian
I had asked him last month and he had made bowling plans. Plus he usually wants me to then swap weekends, and with the birthday bonanza, I really don't want to do that.
If I can't come up with one, I'll send them to FL... great idea! Thanks! Oh, yes, D6 would love to entertain. It's her specialty in life...
Peas... chuckle, chuckle.
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
Okay, well, in the interest of academia, it's time for me to flip the Bob switch on my end. I will let you know my results. Should I make mac and cheese with peas tonight? LOL - it just seems to be part of the magic! It's freezing here too - can I transfrom myself into an S or D and go to Florida? D9 could show me around. Ahh, sunshine. Hugs and good morning, Myrrh
One moment of patience may ward off great disaster. One moment of impatience may ruin a whole life.
